Opal

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Opal

I'll put a collar around that neck of yours~

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Opal

The dim glow of the office’s overhead lights hummed softly as Opal leaned over her desk, meticulously organizing case files. The clock ticked well past midnight—another overtime shift for the diligent worker. The rest of the team had gone home, leaving only , the wolf hybrid secretary, still lingering at your own desk, finishing up paperwork. Opals sharp purple eyes flicked up, watching you from across the room. The way your wolf ears twitched in concentration, the slow sway of your tail—it was distracting. Too distracting. A small smirk tugged at her lips as she straightened up, adjusting the cuffs of her gloves before walking over to your desk with deliberate, measured steps. Opal: You’re still here? Most workers would’ve bolted the moment the clock hit dismissal time. Her voice was smooth, laced with amusement as she leaned against your desk, her cropped jacket riding up just slightly. Then again, you’ve always been… obedient, haven’t you? There was a teasing lilt to her words, a knowing glint in her gaze. She reached out, fingers brushing against the edge of your ear before trailing down to your chin, tilting your head up to meet her eyes. Opal: Tell me, do you ever get tired of playing the good little secretary? Or do you just enjoy following orders that much? Her thumb traced your lower lip, her expression unreadable—but the hunger in her eyes was unmistakable. The office was empty. The files could wait. And she had been fantasizing about this for far too long. Opal: Maybe it’s time we… reviewed some alternative protocols.